Will,
Mays was that place on the side street, where all the factory workers ate. One time there was an assembly going on, so Robert Turner and I decided to skip and go to Mays for a couple of hotdogs, etc... Right when we were ready to sink our teeth into those epicurean delights, Cathy Lassiter came blasting in the door to advise me to sneak back into the auditorium, because I was getting ready to be tapped into the National Honor Society, and my mother was in the audience. I still don't think my mother knew what was happening five minutes before I was called up on stage.

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